We Must Bear What Heaven Sends.

Whatever Lives, Lives To Die In Sorrow. We Engage Our Hearts, And Grasp After The Things Of This World, Only To Undergo The Pang Of Losing Them.

Stern Is The Visage Of Necessity.

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent Stands The Past Sublime.

The World's History Is Constant, Like The Laws Of Nature, And Simple, Like The Souls Of Men. The Same Conditions Continually Produce The Same Results.